delayed task!
Today at school, I miss a delivery of art and design field and as the teacher Ana gave me a chance to hand so ingenious I wanted to write in my livejournal. I know it's unusual and that is why I present a brief overview of the invention of writing:
THE INVENTION OF WRITING
Writing is a graphical representation of a language, through signs engraved or drawn on support. A method of human intercommunication is performed through visual signs that constitute a system. A writing system can be complete or incomplete, it is completely unambiguous that can express all that can express and speak a particular language. The first techniques were already writing in 4000 BC.
The invention of writing corresponds to a passage prehistory in the transition of thousands of years.
Writing has evolved over time. Has been primarily in two ways:
ideographically: When ideas are expressed,
when rendered phonetically sounds. Ideographic forms of writing are older than the phonetic. Drawn or engraved on stone, clay, papyrus, parchment, wooden boards covered with wax paper.
is credited with writing the next story. Land transactions between remote and deferred in the form of contracts required time. These contracts consisted of hollow clay balls containing the data, small forms clay to symbolize the names of three ways: spheres, cones, and cylinders which were added about conventional forms designating what they were hired. If a claim was breaking the dry ball, on which was signed under his label for control, and which compared the amount and delivery. These transactions were placed to the square: this was the way to draw a wedge, a ring and a cone, representing the data and also served to draw conventional forms. Finally it was the simplest solution: to crush this ball of clay and draw (write) on both sides of the contents of the contract: what, how, and when , always using the small cane. Is this the origin of cuneiform (whose drawing is wedge-shaped or triangular) abandoning the round cylindrical shapes.
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Friday, January 11, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
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Something New Today
Today I realized that is ideal for hanging on something here, one of the reasons was the fact that it is January 8, 2008, and that 8 is my favorite number .. . played well today. Another reason is to have started classes again, and I do not think so but I'm happy, not because I think if any started but I hope and I think the test today I've taken a middle course: yuhuuuuu!!
Well, as it does not hang anything taaaaaaanto tell you something exciting, my trip to Marrakech: well, was great, we got there as guiris cutrecillas (aunts were the majority), and nothing at the beginning of something lost but then as if he owned the house, returned with henna tattoos, we practice something the faculty cutrárabe, haggle like stubble, I Marrakech, another world indeed amazing (from my perspective) and knew most of my class (which I do not regret the contrary) and I started going with the other course xD and also met the two guys xD! ... And nothing, then it was Christmas like any other and saw some old school friends: D: D: D: D: D: D, and I learned that one of them perhaps into next year history and would see it, and nothing, all happy.
Pos, I'll stop telling you my life and I will write a story:
This was a brush that does not know what to do in his life, since it was not the best brushes, in fact, all his classmates gave him a thousand turns. So one day the owner decided to throw it away with such bad luck that fell to the ground. The next day a girl went to her school, innocent, excited because he had received a note from his friend Victor, the one whom he loved, he passed the brush and picked it up, because that day coincidentially He had forgotten his to plastic. Well, once in class, he used it went very well and others, adopted its work and saved his brush with love, because the girl took her baby, what are you going to do, others take for worse.
Years passed and the girl began Fine Arts in college (no thanks to brush), and she went every day with his brush in the bag to give him luck and such. And one day, you forgot to close it and the brush fell down, but step a boy about 32 years approached her and gave it. Furthermore, as the boy was bored was asked if class, which had been very interesting and apetecería you talk to her and such, and as well he was English, so did an exchange of those that are made. The fact is that they started talking, and he loved her (that, months after it continued to be). Finally ended up living together, and over the years happier and happier, and more of everything. And all this would have happened if the brush had been like everyone else, had gone to the trash or the girl had not appreciated, and red bunting this story is over. - These things only happen in my stories after the fact that Prince Charming we all hope Ignore us in due time, or even that we respond only with a look, there ... And we have over the damn lucky that we drop the brush: D-
After this I will understand that you please re-enter my LJ, I do not go into places like that, but to let you know that I can write amateur paranoia of these ... jejejeje
Today I realized that is ideal for hanging on something here, one of the reasons was the fact that it is January 8, 2008, and that 8 is my favorite number .. . played well today. Another reason is to have started classes again, and I do not think so but I'm happy, not because I think if any started but I hope and I think the test today I've taken a middle course: yuhuuuuu!!
Well, as it does not hang anything taaaaaaanto tell you something exciting, my trip to Marrakech: well, was great, we got there as guiris cutrecillas (aunts were the majority), and nothing at the beginning of something lost but then as if he owned the house, returned with henna tattoos, we practice something the faculty cutrárabe, haggle like stubble, I Marrakech, another world indeed amazing (from my perspective) and knew most of my class (which I do not regret the contrary) and I started going with the other course xD and also met the two guys xD! ... And nothing, then it was Christmas like any other and saw some old school friends: D: D: D: D: D: D, and I learned that one of them perhaps into next year history and would see it, and nothing, all happy.
Pos, I'll stop telling you my life and I will write a story:
This was a brush that does not know what to do in his life, since it was not the best brushes, in fact, all his classmates gave him a thousand turns. So one day the owner decided to throw it away with such bad luck that fell to the ground. The next day a girl went to her school, innocent, excited because he had received a note from his friend Victor, the one whom he loved, he passed the brush and picked it up, because that day coincidentially He had forgotten his to plastic. Well, once in class, he used it went very well and others, adopted its work and saved his brush with love, because the girl took her baby, what are you going to do, others take for worse.
Years passed and the girl began Fine Arts in college (no thanks to brush), and she went every day with his brush in the bag to give him luck and such. And one day, you forgot to close it and the brush fell down, but step a boy about 32 years approached her and gave it. Furthermore, as the boy was bored was asked if class, which had been very interesting and apetecería you talk to her and such, and as well he was English, so did an exchange of those that are made. The fact is that they started talking, and he loved her (that, months after it continued to be). Finally ended up living together, and over the years happier and happier, and more of everything. And all this would have happened if the brush had been like everyone else, had gone to the trash or the girl had not appreciated, and red bunting this story is over. - These things only happen in my stories after the fact that Prince Charming we all hope Ignore us in due time, or even that we respond only with a look, there ... And we have over the damn lucky that we drop the brush: D-
After this I will understand that you please re-enter my LJ, I do not go into places like that, but to let you know that I can write amateur paranoia of these ... jejejeje
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